to be human.

  not too much has changed for Eva in regards to what she is. she’s still a human with no powers or anything of the like but still and extraordinary woman for many reason

 she did not die, nor did her sons or her family go through the absolute hell that they have for many years! no trauma! fun!

 despite her sons being full grown, she, along with her lovely husband, have taken in two girls and Eva absolutely adores them. after raising two stubborn boys, it’s a nice change of pace and also they’re precious

yes, she does know her husband isn’t human. you think that changed her marrying him??? once a demonfucker, always a demonfucker i’m not sorry

also well aware how hated her husband is in the world of politics and many of his enemies think they can sway her or change her mind about things but jokes on them she can be quite cutting when it comes to attacks on her family’s integrity 

she has a job! part-time but she works at a local flower shop and often takes home fresh flowers to decorate the tables with 

HIS  TAIL  BETRAYS  HIS  EXCITEMENT,  lifting off the ground with a slight wag at the mention of the holidays before it settles, and a strange mixture of melancholy and anticipation cross his features. ❝ YOU’VE MY FULL SUPPORT, OF COURSE, ❞ he says with a nod,  ❝ THOUGH I DO HOPE BY THEN ENOUGH OF MY POWER WILL HAVE RETURNED TO ME THAT I MIGHT PARTAKE IN MY LESS… SIZEABLE FORM. ❞

There is a pause before he looks to the sky, the dusk grey and overcast still.  ❝ THE UNIVERSE HAS A STRANGE SENSE OF HUMOR, MY LOVE. I FEAR YOU MAY FIND DANTE THE MORE RESISTANT OF THE TWO NOWADAYS… ❞

The instinctive way the boy smiled and greeted him like an old friend still tears at his heart.  ❝ BUT IF FESTIVITIES ARE WHAT YOUR HEART DESIRES, WE SHALL FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT WORK… TOGETHER. ❞ He offers her a hand– finger, rather, to take in her own.

   she hums in thought, hands pulling her shawl tighter around her frame. “ That would be good, at the very least so you can come and go without risk of breaking the door frame. But this form does come in handy-- you can look for a sizeable tree and cut it down easily.” as always, the tree must be fresh. there’s nothing quite like the scent of pine mingling with that of cinnamon & apple.

   her smile falters for a moment, eyebrows furrowing. “ I wouldn’t be surprised. I have already spoken to Vergil, back when that soiree had gone on, but Dante....” a sigh. “ I’ve yet to know how to approach him, let alone speak to him. I fear my presence may wound him. “ out of both of her children, it was Dante who had followed her the most.

SHE  HAS  A  POINT,  but that doesn’t mean he won’t laugh gently still, and come up with an excuse. ❝ PERHAPS YOU MAY HAVE KICKED ME ON ACCIDENT IF I HADN’T GIVEN YOU WARNING, ❞ he says, gently patting her heels– since he really only needs one arm to hold her.  ❝ IT IS ALWAYS IMPORTANT TO BE PRUDENT. ❞

And just to be a little cheeky, as he reaches the other side of the puddle, the sidewalk dry enough to be tread upon from this point onward, he moves to set her back down and says once more:  ❝ WATCH YOUR STEP, DEAREST. ❞

   “ Would it really have been an accident then?” a joke, though both knew she could have a bit of a temper-- but only when it is necessary. most of the time. no matter what anyone else might say because then they would be wrong.

❝ WATCH YOUR STEP, DARLING, ❞ he says, and that’s the only warning Eva gets before he sweeps her off her feet, holding her close to his chest as he carries her across the deep puddle left across the sidewalk in the wake of the afternoon’s rain.

( He can’t just let the hem of your dress get wet, @vidaluce​. )

   “ Hm? Ah--” before she can even say anything, the ground has quickly vanished from beneath her feet and the cool dampness of the air is what greets her. she laughs, hands resting form against him to keep herself upright.

HIS  HESITATION  BREAKS  WHEN  HE  feels her touch, and he audibly exhales a trembling breath. Pulling her close before he can stop himself, pressing his jagged lips to the top of her head, wings curling around her protectively.

❝ YOU WERE SO COLD, ❞ he says, voice barely a whisper,  ❝ SURROUNDED BY FLAME, AND YET SO IMPOSSIBLY COLD. ❞

   she has troubled him. it’s evident and though not her intentions, Eva knows she caused pain with her actions, with her demise. she hums softly, more to soothe him than herself, moving closer within his embrace.

❝ PLEASE… TELL ME YOU ARE NOT AN ILLUSION, ❞ Sparda says, voice quiet. Reaching forward, hesitant– out of fear that his hand will pass right through her once more. ❝ I DON’T THINK I CAN BEAR ANOTHER. ❞

( Well, @vidaluce​? Are you an illusion? )

      “ The mists are gone. And with them went any illusions, love.” though she cannot fault him, can she? and so she reaches out, her hands coming to hold his own between them. a smile follows, warm yet apologetic.

   the small card is held carefully between her fingers, hazel eyes focused on the one, singular star shaped hole punch. to think, they keep....track of deaths in this place like this. Eva does not need anymore of a reminder ( for they exist already. burn scars along her right arm and neck-- perfectly healed but visible nonetheless.) but try as hard as she might, each attempt to rid herself of the card only ears it showing up moments later.

  a mother should protect her children.  nurture them, make sure they are safe and sound at kept far away from harm’s touch. that was her one job-- and she had failed.  it could not be helped, she knows as much. there was no way for her to be warned about the demon’s coming, no way for her to prepare or even properly defend her sons. she’s never seen it as a weakness or anything to be shamed about, but her one glaring flaw that day had been what could not be helped.

                                           she was human.

       it had all come down to those three things. no warning. no time. human. but even with that, it had not stopped her from trying. it did not stop her from hiding Dante where he would be safe and trying to find Vergil, to spare him the fate that would eventually befall her. she didn’t get very far. memories of that moment are hazy-- all she can recall is pain and darkness and an apology to her children that would never reach their ears. but history has decided to repeat itself here, memories given life, the past given shape. and within a manor swathed in flames, smoke as black as the night itself, Eva has come to a decision.

          she will protect her children, no matter the cost.

  “ Stay here! Both of you stay here and stay quiet and no matter what you hear, do not come out! “ a gentle, yet worried smile to cover the panic. quick to lean down, quick to press a kiss against each head of white hair. then, a whisper, “ Mommy loves you both, okay? “ and then-- she shuts the door. 

          they are safe there. they will be okay. a mantra she repeats in her head before she bolts out of the empty bedroom, taking care to close the door behind her. breathing rapid from the rush, with what strength she can muster, Eva runs. runs down the corridor, around the corner, bursting through half-broken double doors. they will be safe. after all, the demons aren’t focused on her sons. after all, he isn’t focused on them.

                             no, the one he wants is her.

RESIDUAL: memories of her taking care of her sons up until her death are most likely what will be seen. other such things include: the fate of Vergil after her death and future visions of the games up into DMC5.

❝ EVA… ❞ He would be remiss to pass up on the chance to take her to this moon viewing festival. So he stands, a behemoth among the other fair-goers, holding her close, one clawed hand resting on her shoulder.  ❝ TWO THOUSAND YEARS, AND NO LONGER DOES THE MOON FILL ME WITH WONDER. BUT I SHALL TELL YOU WHAT DOES… SHE STANDS AT MY SIDE, FAR MORE AWESOME THAN THE WAXING AND WANING OF THE STARS SHALL EVER BE. ❞

( Perhaps the more wondrous thing is that he is being 100% genuine, @vidaluce​. )

    “ I suspect that after a time, such wonderous things lose their luster. But that is alright-- I can wonder about it enough for the both of us.” her words are a murmur, meant for no other ears except their own. there was no way she could deny such an invitation. it had been....so long since they’ve spent time together like this, hasn’t it?

      ♪ ❝ Well, I think that’s how you should treat anyone really, ❞

      ❝ As long as someone is nice and treats you with respect, it doesn’t really matter what they look like, right? I know a lot of people don’t think the same though, ❞ adding in a sigh with her words, the blue-haired woman slumps over for a moment before quickly perking back up.

      ❝ I totally forgot that there’s gonna be pumpkins every where soon! I wanna try and carve one myself and make it look super cool and detailed like some of the ones you see… ❞

   “ You are correct. Unfortunately, people prefer to judge a book by its cover, rather than the words it holds. It’s a shame-- so often do we miss out on knowing wonderful people by sticking to a certain narrative. “

  perhaps it is cruel. she makes no attempts to announce herself properly: no clearing of the throat, a gentle hand on the shoulder, an ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’. none of that is given. instead, it is a quiet voice that tries its best to never tremble nor shake and somehow, she succeeds. it is hands folded neatly over her stomach, hazel eyes focused on him and only him. it is the feeling of relief and regret mixing together into an almost unrecognizable ball of emotion. at the very least, it is not overpowering.

           after all, she has had time to think and process. but time to prepare never really helps when it comes to the real thing. and in the middle of a lovely soiree, no less. had she had it her way, this would be somewhere more private but Eva could not let this chance slip by.

    “ You really have grown......Vergil.” there is a mother’s love in her eyes, but the smile she wears is apologetic. she never did reach him in the end, did she?